Is it cheating if I've written you a follow-on to another ficlet I wrote? it's this one: Peacock.
Keep breathing. Maria told herself. Concentrate.
Ujjayi, it was called, victorious breathing, a whisper sound in the base of the throat. She'd felt victorious when she'd finally mastered it, moving one step closer to mastery of her body and mind.
This moment required mastery of her senses, as well: to not be distracted by Natasha's scent, by her skin, her hair, so close to Maria's lips. Breathe. Concentrate.
Perfect balance. A perfect moment, but even perfect moments must end; why should she not reward herself? So she slid her chin forward, just enough to kiss Natasha's shoulder; inhaled, exhaled, and rolled down smoothly from the pose.
They lay side by side a moment, their breath still in perfect unison. Then Natasha reached over to tilt Maria's face towards hers; one kiss, soft as a butterfly wing, on Maria's lips, and an almost-shy smile.
Natasha/Maria Drabble-and-a-half (150 words)
Keep breathing. Maria told herself. Concentrate.
Ujjayi, it was called, victorious breathing, a whisper sound in the base of the throat. She'd felt victorious when she'd finally mastered it, moving one step closer to mastery of her body and mind.
This moment required mastery of her senses, as well: to not be distracted by Natasha's scent, by her skin, her hair, so close to Maria's lips. Breathe. Concentrate.
Perfect balance. A perfect moment, but even perfect moments must end; why should she not reward herself? So she slid her chin forward, just enough to kiss Natasha's shoulder; inhaled, exhaled, and rolled down smoothly from the pose.
They lay side by side a moment, their breath still in perfect unison. Then Natasha reached over to tilt Maria's face towards hers; one kiss, soft as a butterfly wing, on Maria's lips, and an almost-shy smile.
"Later?" Natasha whispered.
Maria nodded. "Later." Breathe.